“Fucking grease monkey,” I murmur, and then I kiss him. It’s pure fire, that kiss. We could light up the night with it. Hael’s tongue slips between my lips as his hands slide down my sides to cup my ass through my leather pants. “Jesus Christ,” Vic growls, throwing his soda can on the ground. It explodes in a rush of foam as he reaches down and grabs my chin. Hael’s jaw clenches tight and his hands squeeze even tighter on my ass. “When we get married, Bernadette Savannah Blackbird, you will be mine. And I’ll treat you as such. Oscar will mind his tongue. And next time he tries to do something
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